Under the Cheongsam Skirt - Chapter 16 [H]

Her petals were harshly pressed under his fingertip, and the water marks at the entrance of her h*le kept spreading, dripping down along his fingertips.

Zhao Ciqin’s body trembled slightly as she reached out to hold Xu Xing’s neck, “Don’t…”

As soon as she spoke, Xu Xing’s finger slipped in. The rough index finger didn’t pause for a moment, directly splitting the tight inner wall and going all the way in. The small h*le was forcibly stretched into a slight arc, unbearably enveloping and sucking, and then the second finger was pushed in. The second finger was obviously longer than the index finger, and the knuckle was already pressing deep inside her inner wall. Then, immediately after, a second finger pressed in.

The second finger was noticeably longer than the first. The knuckle, already pressing deep into her inner walls, bent forcefully before she could adjust, stretching, pulling, thrusting, Xu Xing would deliberately use his fingers to stretch the small hole wider. The water marks were increasing, glistening and sticky, clinging to Xu Xing’s palm, and the sound of rushing water echoed from the inner walls during the thrusting. The sound of water grew louder, reaching a point that could no longer be ignored. “Ugh… slow down.”

Zhao Ciqin tilted her neck back. The urgent, trembling little h*le forced her to kiss and rub against Xu Xing’s chin and lips in a disorganized manner, silently acting coy with him. As she moved, her lips unconsciously slid down, gently enclosing his throat, causing Xu Xing’s movements to instantly freeze. Then, the two fingers inside her withdrew.

The sudden emptiness made her small h*le tighten abruptly, and the last two drops of lustful liquid dripped from the crimson entrance, landing on the rattan bench. Xu Xing forcefully pried her hands from around his neck, propped himself up, and looked down at her from above, then said, “Take off your clothes.” His shirt was still intact, and his expression was almost the same as usual, only his voice sounded particularly lustful. Zhao Ciqin still wanted to embrace him, but Xu Xing pressed her forehead with two fingers: “You take off your clothes first, okay?”

His fingertips still carried the moisture and heat from her core, but Zhao Ciqin didn’t pay any attention to it. The burning desire flowed through her body, and she could only tightly close her legs, trying to reduce the emptiness, while her fingers worked to undo the last few buttons on her clothes. Xu Xing was also undressing.

His movements were refined and pleasing to the eye. After removing his white shirt, the sleek, muscular lines of his body were revealed. Further down, his pants were effortlessly shed and tossed onto the floor, revealing the thick, fully erect shaft that sprang free. The veins along its length pulsed visibly.

Zhao Ciqin suddenly couldn’t hold back any longer. She stepped off the long chair, stood on her tiptoes, and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him.

“…Xu Xing, come inside.”

Her hair was disheveled, and the hem of her pale yellow dress was pushed up to her waist, revealing everything below her abdomen. She was trying to rub against his erect member, but unfortunately, being shorter than him, even on her tiptoes, she couldn’t reach the towering tip. She could only barely grind against his scrotum, leaving behind a trail of lewd moisture on him.

Xu Xing grabbed one of her hands. “Did you undo your clothes?”

“I can’t get it off…” Zhao Ciqin’s voice sounded on the verge of tears.

She had probably never experienced the sensation of being abruptly pulled away just as she was nearing climax. The emptiness inside her came suddenly and intensely. She even forgot Xu Xing’s earlier comment about enjoying making her cry, unable to consider whether this was another one of his traps. Driven purely by instinct, she begged him for pleasure.

Xu Xing’s hand slid up from her waist, grasping her bre*st.

He deliberately pinched her nip*le between two fingers, his palm hot and burning, yet his words remained cold and detached: “Then can I take you?”

Zhao Ciqin’s eyes widened slightly.

Her strength finally gave out, and she couldn’t even stand on her toes to rub against his erection. At that moment, Xu Xing’s other hand directly lifted her hips, pressing Zhao Ciqin’s small h*le completely against his already burning and impatient rod, guiding her to slowly take him in with a clear-headed posture.